"Those who wear sacks on their heads are bandits, so I go to the tobacco shop with me!"

Jia Er shouted loudly, and the team behind him was in awe.

Some people who were watching suddenly woke up from a dream and quickly found a sack at home to cover their heads and faces.

When a person's head and face are blocked, his identity information will be blurred, and his courage and ambition will expand rapidly.

Even if the court settles the matter in the end, all the responsibilities can be pushed to the bandits.

"Bang."

The plaque hanging on the Fushou Pavilion was smashed down, and cracks fell to the ground. Then, a pair of footprints stepped on it. In a blink of an eye, the solid wood gilded plaque turned into a pile of garbage.

The vast crowd rushed into the opium den, like a surging flood, which in a blink of an eye washed out the entire opium den.

The tobacco restaurant was in a mess, with the sound of robbery, shouting, begging for mercy... and mixed together, it seemed chaotic and noisy.

All the gold, silver and tobacco paste in the house were searched.

"Don't move Jinyiner here, and each person has half a piece of tobacco paste."

Jia Er stepped on the shopkeeper of Fushou Pavilion with one kick. A bandit behind him poured boxes of cigarette paste from the backyard on the ground, and in a blink of an eye it piled up like a hill.

Now there are about four or five hundred people following them. Not to mention that each person has half a piece, even if each person has ten or eight pieces, it will be more than 10 or eight pieces.

However, the eyes of the people were lit up. They just followed behind them and shouted, and then they could get half a piece of tobacco paste. After changing the thing, it would cost several taels of silver.

The Fushou Pavilion is just the starting point.

In the next half day, countless "mab bandits" wearing various sacks and carrying muskets wandered around the city. They rushed into one tobacco shop after another and dragged the tobacco paste out of the warehouse.

A wealth distribution about the Eagle Film has begun.

Because the leader of the bandits had told that ordinary people were only allowed to separate the ravens and pieces of gold and silver, and no money was allowed to move.

This clause is nothing to the people, because in their concept, the slags themselves can be used as currency, and the mountain of opium has a much greater impact than those gold and silver.

Although the tobacco dealers are slow to respond, their response speed is much faster than that of the government.

"This group of bandits are really crazy! Go and invite Ling Gu!"

The streets were filled with riots, and the tobacco dealers were panicked. This riot was even more powerful than the last "Turkey Refusal Conference".

Because this time, the people have guns!

With guns, there is the capital to destroy everything. Although they can get guns, and even some of their guards are equipped with guns, those are all versions that the government has eliminated for a long time. It is probably similar to the equipment that the Green Camp Eight Banners resisted the British and French coalition forces back then.

This thing just sounds like a sound.

At this critical moment, they could only place their hopes on Ling Gu.

The Ling Gu they mentioned was the person who is now Chen Jiaao's words, that is, Chen Lin.

Because his original surname is Lin, it is rumored that he has the ability to communicate with ghosts and gods. Over time, most outsiders call him Ling Gu. Every time he encounters a difficult problem, Ling Gu always has some ideas.

This time, "The Throat Wind News" and the bandits came in full force, so they invited Ling Gu to take charge.

However, the people sent by their delegation to find Ling Gu quickly came back, saying that Ling Gu and others had left half a day ago.

"What's going on? Could it be that the situation this time is too critical and the Ling Gu can't stand it anymore?" The faces of the cigarette vendors instantly pale. If even the Ling Gu retreated, who else could they rely on?

"There is also the Governor! We share so much money for the court every year. Now that someone is going to destroy our jobs, will the court also sit idly by and ignore it?"

At this desperate moment, any possibility will be regarded as a life-saving straw by them.

What's more, the imperial court is not a straw, it is a thigh.

"Let's go and find the Governor now!" Their mansions are no longer safe now. Only by tying them to the people in the government first can you have a chance to survive.

Everyone was about to go out while talking, but they heard a loud noise outside.

"boom!"

A fire rose into the sky, the door of the mansion was blown open, and a group of "Mahjong" wearing sacks and carrying muskets rushed in.

Their clothes were different, and the sacks they wore were of different styles, but everyone seemed to have flames burning to burn each of them.

In front of the surging crowd, all these once high-ranking businessmen could do is tremble.

The crowd rushed into their mansion, knocked open the door of their carved beams and painted buildings, and dragged the group of fat businessmen out of the house.

The people of Fuzhou City discovered for the first time that the deep-walled courtyard could be so luxurious, and once the big figures who seemed unbeatable would be peeled off, the inside would be even worse than ordinary people.

At this moment, it seemed that a seed was sprouting deep in their hearts, and a little fire was burning.

Should these big businessmen be born so rich? Are they more noble than others flowing from their bloodlines?

It's all bullshit, their wealth flows from head to toe, from inside to outside with dirty and exploitative flow.

"Kill them!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, and the sound was like a sharp knife stabbing into the heart of the trembling cigarette dealers.

"Kill them!"

The roaring sound seemed to be contagious, and almost everyone shouted. As their desires were released, there was also courage and resistance!

"Kill them!"

Everyone's voices were connected into a circle, like a wave of overwhelming waves.

And the next moment, the waves swept away the lives of these tobacco dealers. Just like the sea water outside Fuzhou City, the corpses of countless people under the lower class that have to be swallowed up every year.

In the face of violence and death, everyone is the same.

Wu Xuanzhi stood on the teahouse. Although it was only the second floor, his thinking seemed to expand to the entire city at this moment. The rain floating in the sky, the people surging on the streets, and... the shouts from everyone's hearts.

"The fire is on fire."

In this dark era, countless people of lofty ideals are moving forward in the dark like fireflies. However, no matter how much the light of fireflies gathers, it is like a rootless tree and cannot last long.

Only by igniting the weeds under you, even if only a little spark appeared.

Wu Xuanzhi never thought that the first flame was actually powered by the Five Gods.

However, if this fire cannot be controlled in time, it may backfire itself.
Chapter completed!